Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Elisabeth Naughton’s “Bound” Blog Book Tour "Giveaway and excerpt!"

Eternal Guardians, Book 6Paranormal/Fantasy RomanceMARCH 26, 2013

Book Blurb:

TITUS—To most his gift seems like a
blessing, but for him it’s a curse the other Eternal Guardians—those who
protect the mortal realm from threats of the Underworld—seek to exploit. One he
would gladly trade for the chance to be free…

Obsessed. Her touch is like a drug. From the
moment he met her, Titus knew she was different. Even dangerous. Yet though his
guardian brethren are convinced Natasa is working for Hades, Titus can’t stop
thinking about her. Can’t stop fantasizing about her. Can’t stop craving the
one thing he knows could lead to the downfall of his world.

Possessed. Faced with stopping Natasa or joining
in her quest, Titus falls to temptation and is thrust into a world of lust,
deception, and deadly treachery designed by the gods. Her touch—only hers—frees
him from his bonds, but desire may just condemn him. Because before the end
he’ll have to decide which is more important: duty and honor to those he took
an oath to defend, or a woman who could very well be the biggest curse to them
all.

Exclusive excerpt from Bound By Elisabeth Naughton

Never had Titus been thankful for
his curse until this moment.

Not only were the Amazon queen’s
freakin’ eyes glowing, she was shaking and rubbing against him like something
was trying to claw its way free from her body.

He was never going to look at
jiggling breasts the same way. This was not a turn on. It was a major-ass turn off. And shit, he did not want those
things touching him.

He swallowed hard. Jerked against
the bindings. Couldn’t move them even a centimeter. The only consolation was
that as soon as she did touch him, he’d be in too much pain to pay attention to
what she was doing to his body.

And
skata, do not think about what she’s going to do to your body.

Closing, his eyes, he imagined
Natasa’s fire-red hair and those mesmerizing green eyes to distract him from
that first touch of skin against skin. Wondered—again—why she’d pulled away
from him back in her tent. She’d wanted him. He’d known it even if he couldn’t
feel it.

A whir echoed through the air. The
queen jerked against his legs. A scream rose up in the night.

His eyes shot open. The queen
lurched to her feet on the stone slab, stood over him and batted at the
headdress. The feathers burst into flames. An arrow hit the ground. The queen
knocked the headdress off her head. The heavy metal object cracked against the
slab then dropped to the ground with a smack.

Gasps rose up from the audience. The
queen’s face tightened, and she whipped toward the crowd to see where the arrow
had come from.

Another whir cut through the
silence. The queen flinched. This time the banner just to the right of her head
ignited in flames.

“Guards!”

Screams echoed.

Titus lifted his head to see what
the hell was going on. Bodies rushed every direction. The guards scrambled down
the steps, armor clinking. Another whir echoed through the air, then the
queen’s robe, lying where she’d dropped it on the stage, ignited in flames.

“Natasa,” the queen growled. She
pointed toward the trees on the far side of the crowd. “Find her!”

Excitement flooded through Titus.
She’d come back for him, even after she’d been so freaked out in her tent. He
pulled against the bonds tried to find her in the crowd.

The queen scrambled off the altar
and lurched into the crowd.

Another whir. Another banner up in
flames. Titus pulled and wrestled with the bindings. If he could just break
free… If he could get to her...

“There!” The voice rang out clear.
Before Titus could track what the Amazon guard was pointing, and an entire tree
burst into flames.

A thud echoed to his right. He
strained to look behind him. Natasa pushed up to her feet, her eyes as intense
as he’d ever seen them, her face illuminated by the flames around her, making
her look like a fire-goddess.

Relief and hope and excitement shot
through his entire body. But quickly morphed to fear. At her back, closing in
fast, an Amazon raced toward her with sword held high.

“Behind you!”

Natasa dropped the bow and arrows in
her hand, reached for the daggers she carried at her back. Panic overwhelmed.
Titus strained against the cuffs with every ounce of strength left. She didn’t
have time to react. She—

The chain anchoring one wrist gave
with a snap. The other burst free. He bolted upright, kicked out at the
shackles around his ankles. Couldn’t take his eyes off Natasa.

She whipped around. But before the
charging Amazon’s blade could slice deep into her flesh, the warrior jerked,
her eyes grew bug wide, then she hit the ground with a thud. An black arrow
stuck out of her side. Blood pooled all around her body.

Natasa’s eyes grew side. She
scrambled back. More screams echoed from deeper in the city, and her head
whipped that direction just as Titus’s did. Blood-curdling screams. Followed by
hooves pounding the earth and male voices rising up in the night sky.

Natasa lurched to the railing and
looked down. Shock raced over her features. She stumbled back, turned and raced
toward Titus.

“What the hell’s happening?” He
fumbled with the bindings on his right ankle. That arrow hadn’t come from her.
And it wasn’t an Amazon weapon. Which meant it had come from someone or something else.

Natasa unstrapped his other leg,
reached for the bow she’d dropped. “Zagreus’s army found us.”

“Zagreus…Hades’s
fucking son??”

Her hand closed over his upper arm,
and she yanked him from the altar. “I don’t know how, but be thankful. I wasn’t
going to be able to distract Aella’s guards for long with my flaming arrows.”

Heat built in his veins and shot to
his belly. She’d rescued him. Again. He was supposed to be the hero and yet she
was the one doing all the saving. And at the moment, he didn’t mind one bit.

She tugged him out of the torchlight
and into the shadow of a tent. Before she could pull him around the other side,
he closed his hand over her wrist, dragged her close and lowered his mouth to
hers.

She gasped in surprise, but it
didn’t stop him. He dipped into her mouth, slid his tongue along hers and reveled
in the warm, wet taste of her. That and the fact he couldn’t feel anything
other than the heat of her body, the silkiness of her skin and the pulse in her
veins that indicated she was alive.

He pulled back, smiled at the
confusion swirling in her mesmerizing eyes. “You did it again. You saved me. I
knew you cared.”

“I…” A frown turned her lips, equal
parts frustration and desire. He didn’t have to read her mind or feel her
motions to know what she was thinking this time. “I haven’t saved you yet. Save
your thanks for someone who deserves it.”

He kissed her again. Quick. Safe.
Chaste. Not a thing like the way he wanted to kiss her. “I will. When we get
out of here and are finally alone, I’ll thank you the right way. That’s a
promise.”

Author’s Bio & Picture:

I was never one of those people who knew
they wanted to be an author at the age of six. I didn’t have imaginary friends.
I didn’t write stories in my journal or entertain my relatives by firelight
after Thanksgiving dinner. For the most part, I was just a normal, everyday
kid. I liked to read, but I wasn’t exceptional at it. And when my teachers
complimented me on my writing abilities, I brushed them off. I did, however,
always have a penchant for the unique and absurd. And as my mother told me all
throughout my childhood, I should have been an actress—I was a drama queen
before my time.

Years ago, my husband bought me Scarlett: The Sequel
to Gone With The Wind. If you ever saw the book, you know it’s a
long one. I sat and read that thing from cover to cover, and dreamed of one day
being a writer. But I didn’t actually try my hand at writing until years later
when I quit my teaching job to stay home with my kids. And my husband? After
that week of reading where I neglected him and everything else until I finished
Scarlett,
he vowed never to buy me another book again. Little did he know I’d one day end
up sitting at a keyboard all day drafting my own stories.

My writing journey has not been easy. I
didn’t just sit down one day, decide I was going to write a book andvoila!sell
my very first attempt. As most authors will probably agree, the path to
publication is filled with hours of work, pulling all-nighters I thought I’d
given up in college, sacrifices, rejections, but a love I discovered along the
way I just can’t live without. Instead of a big, thick book to read by
lamplight (I do read much smaller ones when I get the chance), I’ve traded in
my reading obsession for a laptop. And I’ve never been happier.

I’m one of the lucky ones.
I have a wonderful family and fabulous husband who put up with my writing—and
obsessive personality—even when life is chaotic. More than once my kids have
been late to swimming or baseball because I needed
just five more minutes to finish a scene. Their support and encouragement mean
the world to me. I also have amazing friends and a support network I couldn’t
survive without. So to all of you out there who have encouraged me along the
way, sent me emails and fan letters, phone calls and congratulations, I just
want to say, thank you. You make this whole writing gig that much more enjoyable.
I truly wouldn’t be here without you.

Great excerpt! I have read most of the series and so far, my favorite is Demetrius! Um...I guess I can include Nick in that as well. ;)All of them have a special place in my heart though.This is one my favorites series! Thank you for the fabulous giveaway!

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